The following is a story about the "specialty dishes":
Legend has it that a long, long time ago, a country was invaded by a foreign enemy, and the situation was in great crisis. The king put out a list to recruit all the strongest men in the country, and made sure that everyone participated in the war.
At that time, on the recruitment list, the most eye-catching was the royal chef. Imagine that the royal chef does not have to fight, as long as you hide in the king's tent, safe and sound at the same time can also enjoy the delicacies with the king ****. So, all over the country skilled chef scrambling to enroll, a usually uneducated, lazy, greedy and fearful of death, but also to Siemens, pulling the relationship indiscriminately into the royal kitchen.
One day, the three armies triumph, the king is very happy, so the royal kitchen feast to reward the three armies. In order to show the royal grace, each chef must do one of their own signature dishes to treat the soldiers. So, each of the royal chefs have taken out their skills, served "desert eagle", "flying sand falling geese", "fierce dragon over the river", "the heart of the fire! " ...... and so on dishes, every dish is color, aroma, taste, meaning, type excellent, see people do not mouth flooded. At this time, the indiscriminate "Imperial Chef" but silly eyes, and then want to use silver instead of labor, has been impossible. Under the helplessness, only to have to be tough to manipulate the knife on the battlefield, carefully served on their own "masterpieces" .......
The king is full of joy, very high interest, the king and the ministers frequently raise their glasses, the tent in a row of jubilation. After tasting each dish, all mouths drink: "Good food! Good food! Come come come we again *** drink a cup, ha .........". Just as the king was exuberant, will just on a dish clamped to the mouth ready to chew delicious, suddenly, mouth full of wine and meat sprayed out, a million annoyed: "Which animal dares to harm me?" At one time, the whole tent was silent. The king said to all the ministers, "You all give me a taste of what this is a broken dish?" The king said to his ministers, "Taste what is this crap? A few older ministers courageously clip a little just on the dish, just a mouth, and like a password general, brushed out, grinning big mouth straight out: "What is this dish?!" "I've never tasted this kind of strange flavor in my life, it really kills me!" "Bring up the imperial chef who made this shitty dish and chop ...... it up."
When the guards brought the "royal chef" up, the king snapped, "Tell me the truth, what did you use to make the dish?". The king said, "Tell me the truth, what did you cook with? The "royal chef" has been scared to shrink into a ball, shaking like chaff, stuttering would like to say it is with the hands of the dishes, but because of excessive tension, only to hear "take... hands... dishes...". ". The king asked the ministers around him, "What do you mean by 'dish with hands'?" The ministers all shook their heads without knowing, one of the ministers said: "I think his 'hand dish' may be the meaning of cooking with his hands", the king heard the great anger: "This is such a crappy hand dare to pretend to be the royal chef, come on people, give me pull out! Chopped, see who else dares to steal the name and deceive people in the future!"